One of the other mom’s mentioned a funny thing the other day in preschool. Actually. We were in Parent Ed which is a monthly required class for the parents of the preschool where Monkey attends. The class is less a class and more of a support group for parents of preschoolers. Apparently, parents of preschoolers require a forum for support and help as much as person trying to quit smoking or drinking.

So, the teacher leading the group asked how everyone’s Winter Break had gone especially with all the snow and unusually bad weather. Val, one of the two other mothers, hung her head and confessed that her husband was sure that the year 2009 would bring some sort of disaster and had been going to the grocery store on a daily basis to build up their stores of canned goods. Then, she shook her head and said, “And he shops like a man! He has bought all these high fat canned foods with hydrogenated oils and preservatives! No vegetables! No protein! I told him we can’t live off food like this!”

I just imagined the cans stacked deep in her condo pantry and remembered the bunker described in The Road. After reading that book, I had also worried that we didn’t have enough canned goods or bottled water stocked up for an emergency. I worried that the Miss Piggy would need dry milk. I worried that we didn’t have a generator or alternative power sources. I recalled the emergency plan of where to meet Mr Puffles if he was at work or some where other than home with me and the kids. It seemed crazy that someone else’s husband was so worried about a potential disaster, but only until I remembered that I feared the same things but was just less organized about it.